Today I can't upload pictures, so instead I'll give you a few more words than usual.
We are in Iowa visiting my parents. It has been a relaxing time. This morning I went for a walk along the road near my parents' place. It was rejuvenating to take in all the sights and sounds I enjoyed on similar walks while growing up here. I saw the old frog hole, chicory plants and birdsfoot trefoil lining the highway, the field where my Mom once swore she saw a fox, day after day, only to learn that the "fox" was a plastic bag stuck on a piece of brush.
There is a little 5 acre parcel of land about a 1/2 mile up the raod where a house used to stand. Now all that's left is a shed. The old "lawn" that once surrounced the house is an alfalfa patch that gets made into hay. The east end of the yard has about 20 large hay bales. I decided to take a break during my walk and just sit in the middle of this old homestead and enjoy the wind blowing on my face. All I could see was corn and hay fields, my parents' home, and my grandmothers' home (1/2 mile from my parents' place). I sat there a long time, enjoying the quiet. Enjoying the birds. Enjoying the absence of automobile/industrial noises.
Every once in a while, a car would drive by. It became interesting for me to watch whether they saw me sitting there. Most didn't. Finally a guy in a red pick-up noticed me and waved. I didn't have time to wave back before he had gone past me. Five minutes later, while I still sat relaxing, he pulled in. He had obviously driven a while up the road, worried about that person sitting there, and turned around to see what might be wrong. I jumped up and walked over to his vehicle just as he rolled down his window to say, "Are you OK?" I was a bit embarassed as I said. "Oh, I remember you. You're Craig. I'm Dennis & Wanda's daughter. I'm alone here. My 4 kids are all back there at my parents.' I'm very happy and doing just fine." He nodded once with a big smile and said, "I understand." Then he drove away. That, my friends, is rural Iowa for you.
The day became even more relaxing. When I returned from the walk, Mystery Man and I slathered the kids in sunscreen and headed off for a canoe trip down the Raccoon River with my parents, brothers and sister-in-law, grandma, and aunt and uncle. Our kids canoed once 3 years ago, so Azael and Ephraim were especially excited to go again. Silas and Lorelai sat in a canoe with MM and myself. Azael and Ephraim rotated canoes throughout the trip. Each child had a bag of treats to keep them happy. Lorelai was nervous at first, anxiously sucking on her lollipop as our canoe got underway. Silas would shriek a little every time MM mentioned any "rapids" ahead (a few rocks, not real rapids). We lazily floated much of the time. Azael and Ephraim frequently got out of their canoes to float down the river in their lifejackets. They loved it!
The last canoe would merifully pick them up when they fell behind the group.
We rested at a sandbar at one point and our kids had fun floating down the river there. The current was strong enough that they could run upstream to the beginning of the sandbar, wade out to the middle of the river, float downstream to the end of the sandbar and be caught by an adult, and then run back and do it again. They did this 10 or more times. My aunt Linda even decided to try it!
Our one dangerous moment occurred when MM and I crashed our canoe into a rock on the shore as we were trying to exit the river at our destination, knocking a bigger boulder out of its place and onto the front of our canoe. The back end lifted out and front end almost went under. Luckily for us and our passenger Lorelai, we didn't capsize! Following the thoroughly relaxing canoe trip, we went to my Aunt & Uncle's to eat and enjoy each other's company.
The photos of this fun day will be added next week. :)
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